Erick
I could hardly breathe as I watched Sophia’s reaction. Every nuance of her expression told me more than words ever could.
Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of astonishment and gratitude buried beneath the weight of the past she had carried for so long.
My pulse quickened with every subtle shift of her lips into a smile, every blink that betrayed the glimmer of unshed tears.
When I had chosen the names for our children, I had done it carefully and deliberately, with her happiness as the guiding compass.
Henry was strong, regal, and commanding, but Henrietta… that was sacred.
That was personal.
That was the bridge to a past that had left her broken, to a mother she had loved and lost.
And I wanted to give her a fragment of that love back, through our daughter.
As the elde
